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Thought for the week – how to wait

I waited patiently for the Lord,

He turned to me and heard my cry

(Psalm 40.1)

 

When was the last time you had to wait in a queue? Well, if you are like me, you start by avoiding them in the first place. Then, if that fails, there is nothing more enjoyable than complaining to the person next to you about the time-wasting.

It seems then we have lost the art of queuing – or more precisely – queuing patiently. This isn’t really surprising as everywhere today we see ‘express’, 24-hour delivery and fast food. Information, television programmes and a multitude of other experiences are split into bite sizes so that they can be instantly delivered an even more quickly consumed.

And that’s why this verse from the Psalms is so easy to read and inwardly ignore. Since the idea of waiting patiently on any one even God is an anathema to most.

Yet, in the end, God is not to be hurried, God has his own timetable, God in Christ Jesus will act only when he is good and ready.

 

How then do we cope with this constraint on our overwhelming demand for the immediate?

 

Well, that seems to depend on the type of waiting we can discipline ourselves to undertake.

For, we can wait aimlessly as if for a bus or train. We can wait complainingly as we do at supermarket check-outs. We can even wait fearfully as we do for that letter about a test result. Yet we can also do ‘Christmas type’ waiting. You’ll remember it from childhood. You’ll remember that expectant, gleeful almost rapturous waiting that dominated our Decembers. You’ll remember, as well, the joy of the waiting’s end – when God was with us.

 

So let’s try this week to wait more patiently on the Lord. Let’s try to be more expectant that God’s timetable will eventually bring the best for us. Above all, let’s look forward to the moment when God answer us handsomely but inevitably on his cue.

 

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I saw a young mother…

I saw a young mother,
With eyes full of laughter;
And two little shadows,
Came following after…

Wherever she moved,
They were always right there;
Holding onto her skirts,
Hanging onto her chair.

Before her, behind her,
An adhesive pair;
So I posed this question,
Hanging in the air:

“Don’t you ever get weary,
As, day after day;
Your two little tagalongs,
Get in your way?”

She smiled as she shook,
Her pretty young head;
And I’ll always remember,
The words that she said..

“It’s good to have shadows,
That run when you run;
That laugh when you’re happy,
And hum when you hum –

For you only have shadows,
When your life’s filled with sun.”